Signal got lost to the satelliteGot lost in theRideup to thePlungedown;

Man sends the ray of the electric lightSends the impulseThrough the airDown to home

And you can standOn the armsOf the Williamsburg BridgeCryingHey man, well this is BabylonAnd you can fire out on a busTo the outside worldDown to LouisianaYou can take her with you

I've seen theRains of the real worldCome forward on the plainI've seen the Kansas of your sweet little mythYou've never seen it, no,I'm half sick on the drinks you mixedThrough your

True dreamsOf Wichita

Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalksPush out dead air from a parking garageWhere you stand with the keys and your cool hat of silenceWhere you grip her love like a driver's liscense

I've seen youFire up the gas in the engine valvesI've seen your hand turn saintly on the radio dialI've seen the airwavesPull your eyes towards heavenOutside Topeka in the phone linesHer good teeth smile was winding down

Engine sputters ghosts out of gasoline fumesThey say You had it, but you sold itYou didn't want it, noI'm half drunk on static you transmitThrough your

True dreamsOf Wichita

Punch itI got, uh, fedI got, uh, too much things on bounce, uh, my headI got to burn 'em upI got to burn 'em up nowI got to go uptown, uptownI got a thingI got a little bit pushedgot to stand on the corner and bellow for mushI got a bombI got a baby bomb bombgot to stand on the corner and bellow for my friend TomI got a thing, I got to thing itI got to thing--teamI got to run my side